The Binge Eating Diaries: Writing This Letter to Food Changed Everything


Writing This Letter to Food Changed EverythingHere goes nothin’.

The original version of what I’m about to share with you was written quickly with shaky, anxious penmanship four years ago.

As I open the envelope, I can smell hints of fear, anger, sadness, and hope – the same emotions I felt while writing the most intimate, honest, and important correspondence of my life.

I remember how badly my fingers cramped as I held my pen with all of my might, watching the words bleed between the blurred lines. (My eyelashes… windshield wipers for my tears.)

I can hear the other women around me sniffling as they write their letters and rip tissues from boxes.

There we were, writing and fighting for our lives.

I can picture myself back at Green Mountain, composing this… my Letter To Food.

A Letter To Food

Dear HER,

You have given me a reason to live, a cotton candy cloud to land on, a spaghetti pool to swim in, a sweet and sometimes sour pat on the back after long days.

You have been my dearest friend and my most painful enemy. My love, my hate, my utter confusion. You have almost been my death, but you have saved my life.

Although you have been my constant, you have constantly let me down. You provide a golden carpet, then yank it from beneath me, hurting me with no guilt, filling me up with guilt that I have let you do it once again.

Only an arm’s length away, you have never called in sick, never taken a rain check. But you have always left me sick and in the rain.

I will never hate a loved one as much as I have hated loving you.

Thank you for your sick, twisted attempt at comfort and friendship that almost convinced me I’d never deserve better. But I am replacing you with me. And although it won’t be easy, I’m trying not to need you anymore.

Please don’t call from the bakery, forget my number at the pizza place, erase my digits from your desire to overindulge in me as I have overindulged in you.

Admittedly, you are replaceable, although I’ve been convinced for so long that you aren’t.

Thank you. And f*ck you,



I didn’t change a single word. There it is – in its original, raw form.

(Wooooah. That’s hard to read. I was in so much pain when I wrote that.)

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Writing this letter was one of dozens of inspiring exercises that I did during my month-long stay at Green Mountain. But this one… this one knocked the wind out of me as I wrote it.

And I’m breathless again as I read it after so long.

In this single letter, I was able to confront my best friend, worst enemy, and greatest love at the same time. I address this particular letter “Dear HER” – and this is the only time that I can recall referring to Food as female.

Does it mean anything? I’m not sure. But I’m having an epiphany right now and I think I might have peeled back yet another layer – even after all these years.

Growing up, I was bullied by girls. I have felt bullied by food. I have bullied myself.

I gave away my power, my confidence, my self-respect., to HER(s).

Well, when I picked up my pen that day, I took back some of MY power that I had given to Food, to binge eating disorder, to other people, to painful memories.

And damn did it feel good!

Until next time,


Comment from Green Mountain at Fox Run’s Clinical Director and Binge Eating Specialist, Dr. Kari Anderson

Letter writing can be an incredibly powerful tool for healing. Not only in writing the letter, but in reading it out loud with someone or a group you trust.

Binge Eating Disorder is what we call a process disorder, meaning, it is the behavior or process that is the problem. Kari

It’s important to point out that the food itself isn’t the problem; it’s just trying to nourish us and sustain a vital life. It’s the twisted relationship we have with food, and how we behave with it in a disordered manner.

Separating a behavior, in this case “HER”, from oneself and giving it a distinct identity, enables us to address the relationship, one in which we have choice.

In Jacki’s letter to food, she addressed her relationship with the food, the love-hate struggle.

Once she was able to express her feelings toward this relationship, she was able to begin to let go of its power. Like telling off the “mean girl” from whom you wanted desperately to gain approval, but was instead continually subject to put-downs and public humiliation.

The concept of writing letters to our relationship with food was brought to the mainstream eating disorder recovery world through author, Jenny Schafer, in her book Life Without ED.

Note that these types of letters are best done in a supportive environment, such as with a therapist or group for which to process the powerful emotions that may arise.

4 responses to “The Binge Eating Diaries: Writing This Letter to Food Changed Everything”

  1. Dana Pelletier says:

    Hm. My letter to food; carbs, to be specific, would just be: thank you for being there.
    However, the letter to STRESS would be different. To me, stress is what gets me to FILL the cupboard in the first place, certainly not hunger or the items themselves.
    I would make sure there was a side note to my husband letting him know that for 27 yrs I never felt secure or loved unconditionally. The stress was always comforted by my loyal, caloric bedfellow; food.
    But now, with all of you and your awesome input, I will overcome this stress. I will make better choices concerning food and eating.
    So; Dear Stress, F*ck You.

  2. Jace says:


    Such a powerful comment. Thank you so much for taking the time to share with us. I like how you address food and stress separately. Thanking food for being there for you and getting down to the real issue, and targeting THAT instead of food. When I wrote my letter, I was still trying to understand my relationship with food and I wasn’t sure who or what to blame. You’ve got it down!

    Thank you again for commenting and sharing with us today!


  3. Autumnseer says:

    Wow, it’s where I’ve been for a long time on and off and now on again. Just when I think I’m getting somewhere, I find myself right back where I started from. I’m copying pasting this into my journal because it is exactly how I feel. God have mercy on me.

    • Jace says:


      Thank you so much for reading and commenting. Your comment is so brave. I, too, know the back and forth pull – feeling like I’m right back at the starting line when I thought I’d already finished the race… for the 15th time. You are not alone. I’m glad that you were able to connect with this post and I hope that you are able to find strength, comfort, and a sense of community while reading other posts on this site, too.Thank you again for sharing with us today.


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